My heart hurts.
It hurts as though I have been stabbed, but there is no physical wound.
My chest tightens.
It tightens as though I have witnessed something heartbreaking, but I am only looking at my phone.
I am told I am addicted to it.
I know I'm not, but it seems that way because I am waiting for a message.
Until I receive that message, I'll continue to feel the pain and continue to hear the accusations.
How long has it been?
Since we've spoken?
Since we shared more than words?
Since we shared feelings?
How long has it been?
Since we spoke about you?
How were you, really?
Why do you stop messaging me?
Why do I feel like I'm not enough?
Why does this relationship feel one-sided?
Why me?
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Just a poem, don't mind it.
Relationships suck.
'Specially long distance ones.
Should have taken my friends advise and stayed single.
But
I love my prick (though, I imagine I would be described no differently) of a boyfriend.
But it sucks.
Le rant is finished.
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